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I’m Offended





Americans are offended:
  • that there aren’t any black women on the US Women’s Worldcup Championship Team, let alone gays or disabled;
  • about the Confederate Flag, and, lastly;
  • with women’s restroom signs that have a dress on the icon.

No doubt, since I wrote the above, new matters have cropped up. Like Donald Trump telling the world that the Emperor is Nekkid.

How dare he? Americans are lulled into complacency by believing the lies doled out by this administration. It is, after all, a politically correct society where people express false indignation over matters which they secretly covet. 

Don’t tell me that that isn’t true. We know it is. But we swallow the fact that “Caitlin" Jenner still has a dick and refer to him as ‘her’ because now transgenders are the new group that’s being discriminated. 

WHAT ABOUT CALLING MUSLIM TERRORISTS ON OUR SOIL TERRORISTS? 

This is NOT workplace violence, or “depraved because deprived,” or “misunderstood.” It’s fucking terrorism! 

WHAT ABOUT THE THOUSANDS OF ILLEGAL ALIENS POURING INTO OUR COUNTRY? 

On average, 30% of the prison population consists of illegal aliens. Or, as they’re called by political correctness buzzards, “undocumented workers,” for the softer touch. Let’s support them, subsidize them and give them all the rights we deny our citizens and our veterans. {sarcasm}

Now, I don’t have much love for the Donald. I still resent him for eviscerating a securities analyst in the early 1990’s. “Mr. Roffman, one of the first to signal that Mr. Trump was in financial difficulty, was originally quoted in The Wall Street Journal in March 1990 as expressing severe reservations about the future of the Taj Mahal casino in Atlantic City.”* 

That analyst was the first courageous one who said the Emperor Donald is Nekkid. And the Donald squashed him like a bug by ensuring he got fired from his job.

Thirty years later, the Donald’s taking the mantle.

Well, someone should. Despite all the people reading my blog I don’t have the cachet, voice or bucks that the Donald has.

In a perverse way, I’m grateful to the Donald. He has brass stones for saying the truth that no one can say. But to have him as President?

No fucking way. A leopard doesn’t change its stripes.


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*New York Times, 3/6/1991

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